Some time after the last show, I was lucky enough to get a weekend to myself when my parents headed off to a distant relative's wedding which involved them departing Friday lunchtime and returning Sunday, while at the same time the neighbours went off to Spain for a week, leaving me in charge of the house keys. On the Friday, I got in from college at 4.30 to two empty houses and lots of striptease possibilities. After phoning a friend to say that I couldn't them for a kick around that evening due to an "urgent essay", I made myself something to eat and then settled down with pen and paper to work out a show for the evening. The dice rolled and the names were selected, although not the outfits, since i would have the use of Eileen's wardrobe. The running order came out as follows, Mrs Hilldick, Lynda, Joan Jism.
Mrs Hilldick, a somewhat awkward name to have at a boys' school, was a science teacher with short dark hair, a trim figure and interesting dress sense. Under her white lab coat, her skirts were often pretty short and on a few occasions she appeared to be wearing dark tan or dark grey RHT stockings; One viewing was confirmed when she changed her low heeled shoes for flat, backless mules to conduct some experiment or other. Lynda was my English teacher who set me off on this route and Joan Jism was the mother of a friend who lived two streets away. She was a small blonde in her mid-forties who worked in a jewellers in they city centre and had recently taken over the running of its franchise in one of the large department stores. She had wavy shoulder length hair and was thought by some of my friends to have a passing resemblance to Debbie Harry, was always immaculately made up and smartly dressed when working. Off-duty, as it were, she seemed to wear floaty, almost see-through, dresses that showed off her ripe figure to great advantage. Rumour said that her husband, a sales rep, was playing away and that Joan was partial to sherry and gin as a result. While we had no real evidence of this, we had all noticed that since we had turned 16, she had started flirting with us when we called round for our friend, to the extent of sometimes asking us if we thought her hemlines were too short for her age etc.
One evening, not long after our mate learned to drive (the first of our group) I had called round for him to find Joan on her own, as was usual during the week, and worked up because her son had been picked up by the police. It all turned out to be an administrative mistake regarding his provisional licence but he was kept at the local station for a couple of hours and I kept Joan company while she fretted and lowered the level of the gin bottle. She was sitting on a Chesterfield, while I sat in an armchair with a beer. As the evening progressed, Joan swung her legs up onto the sofa, dropping her backless, green paisley-patterned slippers,, which I had often licked and once rubbed by cock over, to reveal red painted toe nails under the perfectly arranged toe pieces of her dark tan tights. This started me with a hard on that got harder as her below-the-knee skirt gradually made its way above her knees and one foot was rubbed over the other, creating a delicious rustling noise. The idyll was broken when my mate finally turned, had a quick row with his mother, and then he and I repaired to the pub to discuss the police mess up. Later at home I managed to crank one out in honour of Joan and from then on she moved onto my stripper list.
Enough background, on with the show. I put the lights on at the neighbours' house around 7.30 and opened the kitchen door so that I could pass from our place to theirs without anyone seeing me going through the front door too often. As I closed the front door, it began to spit with rain. I had been hoping to strip on the new patio that had recently been constructed next door, but as the rain intensified, I realised that was not going to be possible, so I tried to think of something else. Around 8:30 I let myself into Eileen's place through the back, went up to the bathroom, took off my jeans and t shirt and then went into the master bedroom to raid her wardrobe for the show. When possible, basically when I had a wardrobe like Eileen's and her daughter's at my disposal, I like to do what I could to get clothes that matched what the woman I was stripping as actually wore, so I took some time selecting things. For Mrs Hilldick i got a a simple brown top with short sleeves and a short dark skirt and dark chocolate coloured tights. Lynda had two pinafore dresses that she often wore, one in blue and white checks, teamed with a white blouse and white block-heeled boots, the other in navy and worn with a dark red blouse and black boots. I'd seen her wearing one of these earlier that week, so located an old burgundy dress that Eileen sometimes wore and put it with a black blouse; A red bra and panty set from Valerie's room and a pair of brown boots completed Lynda's outfit. This left Joan. I couldn't really find any type of business suit this time so opted for a dark blue two piece in Eileen's wardrobe. I put all the clothes in the bathroom and then got dressed as Mrs Hilldick before going back into the master bedroom and sitting at the dressing table to put some make-up on. After about 10 minutes I stood up with inexpertly applied blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick. I opened the drawer under the bed where Eileen kept part of her shoe collection and picked up a pair of dark blue court shoes and slipped them on. Mrs Hilldick was ready.
The rain had really settled in so an outside strip was out of the question, so I decided to spice things up by stripping in the downstairs front room. It had a large bay window which gave onto a small front garden and then the street. I knew that from outside, especially with the rain, very little could be seen, just shadows moving basically, but still it was a little dangerous. I increased the danger a little more by leaving the hall lights on and opening the door to the room wide so that the light spilled in a little like a searchlight in a line across the carpet. There was a fancy music system and drinks cabinet in the bay window and half a dozen easy chairs against the walls, with a low rectangular teak coffee table in the centre of the carpet. I pushed the table back against the chairs to create more space in the centre of the room, slipped Eileen's white kitchen overall on, to represent a lab coat, and then stood in the doorway.
'Please welcome tonight's first stripper, guys. She's here to make biology lessons more fun, Horny Mrs Hilldick,' With that I smoothed the front of the overall down, put my hands in the pockets and walked into the centre of the room. I paraded up and down for a moment, checking how much could be seen from the street and guessing not too much, so it was time for HMH to strip. She walked around the edge of the stage twice, then stopped to face the audience and slowly unbutton her lab coat; This she shrugged down her shoulders and let fall onto the carpet. She then turned and walked back to the coffee table and bent forward, leaning her palms on it and thrusting her arse out; She ground her hips for a few moments, then flicked her skirt up to reveal a pair of tight blue panties over her chocolate tights. Fingers in the waistband and the panties slid down to her nyloned ankles HMH flicked her skirt down over her arse and stepped out of her panties, turning to face the crowd and rubbing her hands across her crotch. Now, she ran her hands over her arse, loosened the skirt zip slightly and pulled her top loose. She crossed her arms in front of her and teased the top up to reveal a blue lacy bra. A last tug brought the top over her head and she held it out and dropped it before sitting on the edge of the edge of the table.
